An Unemployed Teacher Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

I feel for the teacher, without a job,
Lost in the sea of the unemployed mob,
A degree in hand, but no way to apply,
A dream that has faded, a hope that's gone awry.

The classroom, once a home, now a memory,
No students to teach, no lesson to carry,
The blackboard, now empty, no chalk to scrawl, The teacher's voice, silent, no children to call.

The future, bleak, with bills to pay,
No job prospects, no employment in sight, Despair sets in, as time slips away,
And the teacher wonders, 'What is my plight? '

The passion for teaching, still burns inside,
A desire to inspire, to help, to guide,
But the road ahead, a path unknown,
A journey without a destination to be shown.

Oh, unemployed teacher, don't lose hope,
Your talent and skills, are worthy of scope,
Keep the faith, and persevere,
For opportunities, will soon be near.

Until then, keep learning, keep growing,
For knowledge is power, and keeps you glowing, The classroom may be empty, but the mind is not,
And your love for teaching, will never be forgot.